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True Australian Halloween Ghost Story
This story happened a few years ago on 31st October in Brisbane, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.
John Bradford, a Sydney University student, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark Halloween night and in the midst of a storm.  The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!
The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.  Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror, watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve. John saw the lights of a pub down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to it.
Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and asked for two shots of tequila. He then started telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying and... wasn't drunk.
About 15 minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath.
Looking around and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, 'Look, Bruce. There's the idiot who got in the car while we were pushing it.
The Hook - A Classic Halloween Ghost Story
Shelagh was happy, it was Halloween and she was in love. This evening she would see Jack and they were going to Reading to watch a movie that she particularly wanted to see. As she considered what to wear she hummed along to the music on her radio. The news presenter cut in to issue a news flash that a serial killer had escaped from the nearby Broadmoor Mental Hospital. The presenter described the man as deranged with only one hand as the other had been replaced with a hook. He was not to be approached as he was classified as very dangerous.
Shelagh took little notice of the newsflash as she sang to the next tune being played. She showered and dressed in her most fetching outfit for the evening out.
Jack arrived in his new [to him] Lexus and they set off from Crowthorne to see the film. The movie proved to be excellent and on the way home Jack pulled into a quiet lane near Easthampstead for a kiss and a cuddle while listening to the romantic songs played on his digital radio.
As had happened earlier the programme was interrupted by a news flash which stated that the killer was still at large and had not been taken into custody. Jack appeared not to hear the news and carried on canoodling. Shelagh was now scared as Easthampstead is rather like the back of beyond and the night was pitch dark with no moon. She asked Jack to take her home. Jack preferred to stay in the romantic situation in which he found himself and for some little while they argued about the 'hook man'.
Just then, the car rocked and there was a loud noise. Shelagh screamed at Jack to drive on and he seemed oblivious to the earlier movement. She shouted again and, Jack, with a scowl, raced off into the night.
At her home, near Crowthorne, Jack got out to open Shelagh's door as he thought that would impress her and let her know that he was not angry with her after their cross words.
He walked round the Lexus and stared fixedly at something on the side of the car, his mouth gaped and moving soundlessly. Shelagh, concerned, rolled down her window and shrieked at what she saw.
There, on the door handle, right next to where she had been sitting hung, a hook.
Ghostly Story by Kate Bauer [Innkeeper]
Because of a guest, we have a confirmed ghost story. My husband and I both experienced the same "feeling" and vision while outside working the orchard and blueberries -- the funny part is I didn't tell him about it when it happened (mine happened first and I didn't tell him, then his occurred some months later and he came in and told me).
My husband came in one day (about a month or so after I had my experience) and told me of his experience. Same man, same "watchful" feeling. We both "saw" this figure in our side vision -- a man watching us as we worked.
It also was a "feeling" of this voice telling us where to prune, how to do the job we were doing.
A "guiding spirit," we call him.
We found out later that it was Old Man Simon. How did we find out? We described this man to a guest (a relative of the Brewsters, who owned the property before us) that brought pictures of Simon. She showed us the picture only after we described him. It was one of the original owners of this 260-year-old home!
A Real Ghost Tale for Halloween - The Curse of the Flying Dutchman
The Flying Dutchman is a legendary cursed ship that was doomed to travel around the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa for all eternity. It was made famous in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.
The legend of The Flying Dutchman started in 1641 when a Dutch ship sank off the coast of the Cape of Good Hope. The captain, Henry Van der Decken, failed to notice the dark clouds looming and only when he heard the lookout scream out in terror did he realise that they had sailed straight into a fierce storm.
The captain and his crew battled for hours to get out of the storm and at one stage it looked like they would make it. Then they heard a sickening crunch - the ship had hit treacherous rocks and began to sink. As the ship plunged downwards, Captain Van der Decken knew that death was approaching. He was not ready to die and screamed out a curse: 'I WILL round this Cape even if I have to keep sailing until the end of time!"
So, even today whenever a storm brews off the Cape of Good Hope, if you look into the eye of the storm, you will be able to see the ship and its captain - The Flying Dutchman. The legend goes that whoever sees the ship will die a terrible death.
Many people have claimed to have seen The Flying Dutchman, including the crew of a German submarine boat during World War II.
On 11 July 1881, the Royal Navy ship, the Bacchante, was rounding the tip of Africa when they were confronted with the sight of The Flying Dutchman. The midshipman, a prince who later became King George V, recorded that the lookout man and the officer of the watch had seen The Flying Dutchman and he used these words to describe the ship: 'A strange red light as of a phantom ship all aglow, in the midst of which light the mast, spars and sails of a brig 200 yards distant stood out in strong relief.'
It's pity that the lookout saw the Flying Dutchman, for soon after on the same trip, he accidentally fell from a mast and died.
Fortunately for the English royal family, the young midshipman survived the curse to become The King of England.
More Funny Ghost Stories for Halloween
Neil, the Drunk and the Graveyard
One dark, windy night, just outside Doncaster in Yorkshire, England, Neil, the town drunk was meandering his way home after the pub had closed. Somehow Neil got turned around and ended up walking through the graveyard in St Mary's church instead of taking the Tadcaster road home.
The wind howled louder and Neil thought he could hear a voice calling his name. Suddenly, the ground opened up in front of him, and he fell down, down into an open grave. He could still hear the voice clearer and louder now, calling to him. Neil knew it was Satan , coming for him just like the vicar had said, on account of him being the town drunk.
The hole was very deep and inside it was pitch black. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and after a few moments, and he made out a form sitting in the darkness with him. It called his name, and he scrambled away in fear, trying to climb out of that terrible grave. Then the figure spoke to him, 'You can't get out,' it moaned.
Neil gave a shout of pure terror and leapt straight up in the air, caught the edge of the hole in his hands, and scrambling out for his very life, he ran for home as fast as he could go.
Inside the open grave, his neighbour Tony sighed in resignation. He, too, had fallen into the hole a few minutes before his friend and had thought that together they might help each other climb out.  Now he was going to have to wait until morning and get the gravedigger to bring him a ladder.
The Funny Tale of The Haunted House
A few years ago, two friends of mine, Bob and Mick and their dog, Susie, moved into a old Victorian house in Leiston, Suffolk, England where we all worked.
The rent was cheap, and it was one of the few places in the town that was available. It was a classic two up, two down Victorian house. After being there a week, two things dawned upon Bob and Mick.
One was, for some reason, they hadn't bothered to sleep upstairs in the bedroom yet. They were sleeping on the floor in the living room, and hadn't really questioned it or thought about it.
The second thing was that Susie, the dog, would never go up the stairs, and would sometimes stare and sniff and pace at the bottom of the stairs, barking at the landing and window that were halfway up the stairs. So the evening they realized this, they decided to sleep upstairs, but just couldn't bring themselves to do it. They weren't scared or uncomfortable in the house; but they also just somehow wouldn't go upstairs, especially at night.
After they had been there a few weeks, and were still sleeping downstairs, a neighbour introduced himself. 'So it's just the three of you in the house?', he asked.
'Three of us? There's just the two of us,' answered Bob brightly.
'Well, maybe one of your grandmothers has been visiting?' remarked the nosey neighbour.
'No. What makes you say that?' Mick inquired.
'Well, almost every night, when your staircase light is on, I see an old woman, rocking and looking out the side window. You guys are pulling my leg. There's an old women living in there, and you know it.'
Bob, Mick and Susie stayed at a friend's house that night, and moved out two days later.
A True, Funny Paranormal Story for Halloween
This story was told to Will by Frank Romer, a member of the University of Gloucestershire, Cheltenham, England, Paranormal Club. You must decide its veracity yourself.
A paranormal investigative group in Cheltenham were called to a "haunted house." The homeowners warned the group that the house was haunted by an especially "nasty" spirit that enjoyed playing pranks.
The team leader of the paranormal society invited along a friend from Gloucester. He was a physicist, and amateur paranormal investigator, who everyone called "Doc". Doc believed that there were no such things as ghosts or poltergeists, and that every type of haunting or unusual phenomenon had a reasonable, earthly explanation.
They travelled across the town in cars filled with team members and equipment. Upon arriving at the home, the team immediately started setting up the monitoring equipment as the team leader and his friend, Doc, received a tour of the home from the homeowner.
At one point in the tour, as the three men approach the staircase that led to the second floor, very loud footsteps could be heard on the upstairs landing.
'Is anyone else home?' Doc asked the homeowner.
'No, my wife's at work and we have no kids,' the homeowner replied.
Excited to have his first opportunity to confront an alleged ghostly spirit, Doc walked to the foot of the stairs. 'Come on. You can do better than that you lousy ghost.' Doc yelled up the stairwell.
'Doc, I wouldn't do that if I were you,' the paranormal team leader advised. Doc ignored him. Instead, he stepped up onto the bottom step. 'If you're really a ghost, why don't you show us what you can really do, you lousy, no-good prankster.' Doc bellowed.
The moment the last word came out of his mouth, his trousers flew down around his ankles. The homeowner and the team leader burst into laughter as Doc, terrified, struggled to pull his trousers back up. He then stumbled as fast as he could out the front door of the house. He refused to re-enter the house or to talk about the episode ever again.
However, the episode went down in the records of the University Paranormal Club as one of the most humorous moments the team had ever witnessed in a haunted home. They still tell this funny ghost story to every new team member
The Dog Who Sees Spirits
"My dog has a nasty habit of scratching the door in the middle of the night. One evening she wouldn't stop scratching the door for any reason. After calling her five times, I threw a pillow towards the door to make her stop. That's when she barked ... from right beside me. She'd been next to me the whole time."
"When I was little, every night when the lights were turned off and I went to sleep, two dark forms would descend from the ceiling near the doorway into my room. They walked quietly up to my bed and one stood on each side of my headboard, looking at me. I would cover my head with the blanket, until one day I had the courage to tell my mother. She put a lamp in my room and told me to pray and ask them to leave. I sleep with a lamp on all night to this day."
"One day, during a break in class, a friend of mine put his head down and took a quick nap. I took this photo to show some other friends who were in another classroom. When I took the photo, nobody in the room was standing, there was nobody behind me who could have cast a shadow, and there was nobody walking by in the classroom.
4. Caressed by a Spirit
"My father died in 1996, when I was 10 years old and my brother was 12. We slept in a bunk bed, and my brother had the upper bunk, while I had the lower one. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night with someone softly caressing my head. I thought it was my brother and ignored it. When I went back to sleep, the feeling returned. I got out of bed to confront my brother, but he was snoring quietly. I went back to bed and the caressing began a third time. I've never prayed so hard in my life. I prayed until sunrise the next morning."
5. Hands of Blood and Bone
"When I was about eight or nine years old, my mother worked nights and we shared a double bed. One day I felt a strange presence in the bedroom. I had my eyes closed and when I opened them, I saw hands wrapped around the bed from underneath. The hands were made of blood, bone, and hanging skin, and they tried to climb up the bed. I turned away and there was a white "shadow" lying next to me. I managed, after a loooong time, to get up and run to my grandmother's room. She didn't dare come back to the bedroom with me."
–Anonymous testimony
6. Grandmother's Spirit
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"My grandmother lived with my family during the last months of her life. She died on the sofa in our house one Sunday night. The following week, I started to see someone in white passing through the house occasionally, and when I went looking for them, there was never anyone there. My sister claimed that she actually saw physical forms. We were terrified for a good while, until my sister and I could no longer sleep in our rooms because we were too afraid. My mother prayed, burned the couch in the backyard, and we never saw anything again."
–Aline Rsd,
7. The Bearded Man in Black
"When I was about five or six years old, I woke up to a noise in my room. When I opened my eyes there was a man standing in front of me, with a big brown beard, dark hair, and black clothes. I kept looking at him in fear and backed away on the bed until I was up against the wall. Then I felt the mattress sink down beside me and I started to cry. When I looked again, he had vanished, but it still seemed as if there were someone lying next to me on the bed. I asked it to leave because I was afraid, and the bed returned to normal. I cried myself to sleep, and I still remember the man's face to this day. I'd never met anyone who looked like that, and neither had my parents."
–Beatriz S. Carneiro,

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